They turned, who heard my voiceless cry,
“For Sale, a virgin, who will buy?”
And so myself I fiercely sold,
And clutched the price, a piece of gold.
Into a pharmacy I pressed;
I took the paper from my breast.
I gave my money… how it gleamed!
How precious to my eyes it seemed!
And then I saw the chemist frown,
Quick on the counter throw it down,
Shake with an angry look his head:
“Your louis d’or is bad,” he said.
Dazed, crushed, I went into the night,
I clutched my gleaming coin so tight.
No, no, I could not well believe
That any one could so deceive.
I tried again and yet again–
Contempt, suspicion and disdain;
Always the same reply I had:
“Get out of this. Your money’s bad.”
Heart broken to the room I crept,
To mother’s side. All still… she slept…
I bent, I sought to raise her head…
“Oh, God, have pity!” she was dead.
That’s how it all began.
Said I: Revenge is sweet.
So in my guilty span
I’ve ruined many a man.
